THE DAILY BRITISH WHIG, SORES SPREAD i 1 Entirely New Treatment | ALL OVER i | for Bronchitis, Catarrh, SATURDAY, DEC. 8, 1921, SPECIAL REVIEW OF -y Irish Canadian Poems i OF A MERE AUTHOR BY ARTHUR STRINGER, Author of "The Wire-Trappers," "The Prairie Wife," "The Prairie Mother," "Are All Men Alike," Etc., I was bore in Chatham, Eiver Thames, My advent, apparent- ly, did not set either the town or the Thames on fire. I seem to have ped into the town with a splash, though at the age of four I fell into the river, with a loud one. My mem- | Ory of this is dim, and not altogether glorious, for I was given castor-oil and 'put to bed between blankets, That river, however, did not get the | best of me, for at the age of eight 1 triumphantly swam across it, but, on the return trip, losing my 'wind, through remonstrating with a town- "eonstable who wag carrying off my clothes, I was for the second time al- most committed to a watery grave. That old River Thames, indeed, oy @& great factor in my life-history. In it, at the age 'of six, I caught my first fish, a gigantic sun-fish which was, 1 suppose, about four inches long. And it's always a stupendous adven- | ture, that first fish. There may be a | thrill in the first kiss of love, in the first taste of fame, in the first glimpse of the sea, or in one's first Pramas | | | | HUR STRINGER ART Author of "The Wine of Life." | drive through Paris in the early | spring. Bui these later thrills are @s nothing dbmpared to your first tugging and flapping shiner with a bent pin in his jowl. They are echoes, imitations, and nothing more. Engaged in Piracy, It was on the pellucid waters of | this drowsy and sun-steepea river, too, that I first engaged in piracy, mastered artillery by firing off a ogn- fon made of gas pipe and two Wheels Of an abandoned hand-car, raided peaceful orchards and melon-patches, and acquired that spirit of careless courage which later permitted me to face editors and income-tax collect- ors without so much as a skip of the Pulse. It was this alluring it slightly | malarial waterway, too, which stimu- | lated my adaptive faculties, awaken- | ed my spirit ot inventiveness, and | caused me to be the originatof ad) author of what was known to my | clan as "The Stringer Wriggle." This adroit accomplishment is | Sonigthing of which I have always | een Vnordinately proud. To the out- | er wold which, unhappily, knows fittle of the old swimming-hole be- side ity Nreo huge buttonwoods, ab- 3 {tween the Thames River and Mc-|N8d been "kindled | Gregor's Creek'-the base on which | be quenched out two hurigired yards directly below The Abbatoly, it may require some explanation. But as the summer days | lengthened into June and the river- water warmed with the kindly sun, _ that prison of the soul known as a #chool room became more end more oppressive. More and more, during that last sedulous hour of wisdom- Seeking, our glange would steal to the lagging clock-hands. And as the 'eall of the swimming<hole became nore urgent, as the itch of apparel became more unendurable, we used 110 take time by the forelock, as it 'were. This we did secretly and cautiously under the inquisitorial eye of the pedagogic lady who fondly imagined we were $iving all our time and attention to the pursuit of the three R's. The pro- ©ess began a good half-hour before school was out for the day. It con- sisted of untying a shoe-lace one mo- ment, of undoing a button another. of casting off a main-stay or two and loosening a brace in still Anoth- or, drop- | | | stroke of four we wer | ing the cottontail for tl The result was, that although we ~ #ippeared to be youths all fitly and Warning! Unless you see é * on tablets, you are not get. ting Aspirin at all Why - take chances? an unbroken "Bayer" Accept only Package which contains directions | worked out by physicians during 21 _ years and proved safe by millions for . Colds, Headache, Earache, Tooth- Neuralgia, Rheumatism. New Lumbago, and Pain. Made in name | Etc. on the | duly apparelled, our clothing hudg from our bodies even as the sword hung above the head of Damocles, by nothing more than a thread. On the out-speed- three 3 later we wate buttonwoods, Two m were squatting about worn roots slipping from our gar- ments like a butterfly from its im- prisoning cocoon, taking our headers and gutters like a scurry of Aleutian seals making for the deep their "The String Wriggle." Now, practice had made me so per- fect in this rite of secret preparation during school-hours that by the time I reached the first buttonwood one selsmic wriggle of the body sent every particle of clothing from my carcase and crowned me with the honor of being the first to "take my duck'. That wriggl was something distinctly and peculiarly my own. It became the envy and pride of our gang. And while it has been going down in history, for to many it still remains the one distinctive and commendable accomplishment of my career, it has often caused me to sit and ponder just how I escaped the dire catastrophe of being premature- ly and ignominously denude in class- room during those critical moments in the neighborhooa of four o'clock when I was so frequently called to the platform for recitation. Another early factor in the devel- opment of those imaginative faculties on which the literary worker must ever depend, unless, of 'co irse, he turns to the movies, was a certain strawberry-patch just on the out. skirts of the" town. There were many acres in that patch and as I remember them they were the sort of strawberries which ought to have béen sliced with a cheese-knife, huge luscious, melting, cloying globes of Crimsoned sweetness dripping with Winey juices. Just why any deluded berry-grower ever actually paid two- score voracious small boys to invade that berry patch on the pretence of picking his fruit for him was a mys- tery always beyond my understand- ing We did pick a few quarts, it's true, as a matter of form. But, O the quarts and quarts of the ripest and juciest we tucked away! Yet this patch-owner, who was a good church-member and plously de- | sirous of befriending the poor, issued | 2nimal life, &n annual edict that only needy youths would be given employment on his land. ' I recall, with somes slight abashment, 'the Pathetic, the touching histories of destitution which I periodically poured into that credulous ear. It was there, beside the old snake-fence of that simple- hearted fruit-farmer, that I ereated my first and probably finest pieces of fiction. Without quite knowing It, I became an author. I was launched on that mysterious career which still stands so bewildering to my émall son, who repeatedly in- quires just' why he should be pun- ished for telling the same sort ot stories that his parent gets paid for doing. But I'm leaving out important events as I go along. On Tecumseh Park, which lies in the angle be- we retired. with our pirate-craft when too closely pressed by the eu- emy--I also won renown, for there doubtless trying to emulate the Chieftain whose name alone must have been an inspiration, I out-Te- cumsehed Tecumseh by attempting, and almost succeeding, to scalp my quondam chum ang Playmate, Ben- ny Baxter. here was an exchange of compliments, I remember, be- tween Benny's parents and mine, and I gravely considered running away to sea to escape threatened in- carceration in the county jail. -- First Literary Efforts. But it was during the enforced go- Journ in a neighboring hay-mow, to escape Benny's big brother, that my literady activities first got under way. | I solemnly started my romances; -but most of my manuscripts, as I remem- ber it, were later used in the man- ufacture of box-kites. I'd already learned, however, the permanence of th written word, for during the erec- tion of the new pickle factory 1 NER ---------- ~ Nothing Else is Aspirin -- say "Bayer" All druggists sell Bayer Tablets of Aspirin in handy tin boxes of 13 tabh.. lats, and in bottles of 24 and 100 Aspirin is the trade mark (registered in Canada) of Bayer Manufacture of Monoaceticacidester of Balicyiicacid. While it is well known that Aspirin means Bayer manufacture, to assist the public against imitations, the Tab- lets of Bayer Company will be stamp- ed with their general trade mark, the "Baver Crosa." fl | they would come off, and each time | old | 'longer shared the same FACES AND BODIES . Many Irish poets of Irish descent Mrs. Howard Houlette, Waskate- {nav lian liters- |nau, Sask., writes:--*T wish to tell | 24V® contributed to Canadian li {you of the ben we have received by | ture. "Irish and Canadian Poems" [ae Re uSH: vo nave revel Bur- | bY M. A. Hargadon, with introduc- dock Blood Bitters, [tion by George H. Ham are the latest | My children started to break out |comtribution. Mr. Hargadon, the {on their faces in small white pimples author, has already published a num- | Which Kept getting larger each day. | ber of books of poetry in Ircland, and {Pus would form under the scabs and {these volumes achieved consigerablo the sores would: : some were | SCcess there and in.Great Britain 3 ares as Sig 1% larger, cent piece, | 28 Well. This author, who has Just and would spread all over their bod- (emerged from his twenties, came to lies. I was nearly in despair and sent | Canada some years ago. The present [to the village for a bottle of good | volume is made up of poems that | blood medicine. The druggist sent {me a bottle of Burdock Blood Bii- ters which I commenced giving them |; Canadian, A wide field is cover- Loni | Catarrhozone Co., Montreal. ---------- fat once. ed, from "An Old Hawthorn' the In about ten days I saw an fm- | 6 Plate, 1 "The Cols Oia" ae love poem which concludes the book. There are three poems to Canadian | heroes who lost their lives in the {great war, A country school, the croesroads well, Irish Roads, April fn Ireland, Banff, Lake Louise, Acadia, | provement and they grew steadily, | better each day, and in one month {the sores had all disappeared." | All blood and skin diseases are | caused by bad blood, and to get it {pure and keep it pure You must re- jove every trace of the impure and morbid matter from the system by a | blood cleansing medicine such as BURDOCK BLOOD BITTERS ja remedy that has been on the | market for the past forty-five years, and one without an equal for all di- Mahuta disorders of the blood Stella and many other subjects are sung with freshness and simplieity which make a direct appeal to the reader. Mr Haragdon's is the brand of poetry which can be easily under- stood by the people, from the child to the centinarian, from the peasant to, the professor, The quotations | Manufactured only by The T. Mil- {burn Cag Limited, Toronto, Ont, --- | had, unobserved by the workmen, {n- |seribed in their fresh cement-work !my own name and that of the young |lady of my momentary favor, side { by side and duly enclosed In a heart. The lady in question took umbrage {at this public advertisement of a re- | lationship 80 essentially personal, A coldness grew up between us; we no raspberry all- |day sucker, and year after year {those united names, so touchingly bracketed with their enfolding heart, served to bring home to me the sol- |emnity of ever committing to endur- | ing form the acknowledgment of an | emotion which cannot identify itself {as permanent. The resultant blight, I remember, turned me to poetry. The spelling was more or less phon- | etic, imagistic, but, producing - the | {Impression desired, as it were, and {my earlier lives. were written most- | {ly In blank verse, for the simple rea- | |son that rhyms, in those days, were | | a good deal of bother to me. Of my | longest poem, 'which seemed a very begutitul one to me at the time, oniy | one line remains. Jt is, a8 I remem- | ber it, from the passage where Hector { (and Achilles are eating muskmelons | | and green corn together after an ar-| MICHAEL A. HARGADON Author of Irish and Canadian Poems which are given are samples taken at random from the book: A poem on Lake Louise contains | drives out | Catarrhal {deal with Irish and Canadian' sub.,| For bad t | jects, half of them Irish and balf of |Catarrhoz Sligo Bay, a pretty little baby and | No Internal Medi- © | cine To Take! Years ago the profession fought | Catarrh by internal dosing. . This up- | set the stomach and didn't remove the trouble. The modern treatment | consists of breathing the healing, | soothing essence of Catarrhozone, | which goes instantly to the source | and the trouble. Catarrhozone is | Successful, because it penetrates | where liquid medicines can't £0. The balsamic vapor of Catarrhozone| This is a story of special interest the germs, soothes the ir- to the people of Kingston. : Mrs. Mac- | relieves the cough, makes | Kinnon appears before the public troubles disappear quickly. with Ber first novel and this charm- throat, a asuitls, ling tale of university life should ap- ths' treatment one dollar. Small | Pe8l to a wide circle but particularly 60c. Sold everywhere ar The | 0 People who are intimately ac- {Quainted with scenes described, SH Kingston is a great city for a story | It seems onfolded there, jand the romaitic atmoshere w hich | Irish exiles will find a responsive | the University gives makes a splendid | of her snobs, There are a lot' of them feeling when reading these lines: | setting for the major part of the nar- { in the book and one is reminded of The foreign roads are Strange and [ ratives. Miriam Cambell is a de- | Jane Austen with all those foolish long, | termined, spirited, girl, who, in spite | Women who live to get info society, And exiled eyes must often an {of a snobbish mother and a conceited | OF to stay in, Then too, Miriam For sight of long white roads that | sister, decides to go through £0 080 | might have seemed more human it wind |at all costs. Her father is sympathe- {she h had a little more life in her. Like ribbons round an Irish hill, fre 28d she govs---gud thereby hangs | N 1eless, it is a good story, After disappointment it is 4 con-|® tale, The usual round of college | The story is of Queen's at the end solation to read lines like these: experiences units her, but Hugh [of Principal Grant's time, bnt many Perhaps the flowers of heaven are Stewart, whom she has met in Cape | of the incidents described, such as little flowers | Breton during the summer, is a kind Freshmen's Reception and the 'ation, are still among the That here at birth were broken on of bright shadow--it there is such a the ground; thing--wHo follows Miriam all annual events in the life of Perharg ths hours of heaven through college. And, of course, the FROM THF PUBLISHER'S STANDPOINT | That here we often sought never found. { Many of us will be reminded of our | Some Hints for The Literary Aspirant--Why Manuscripts Are Not More Frequently Accepted--Oanadian Writers Must Take the "Qame" school days when we read "The | Country School" and about-- More Seriously, By Edward Moore, "MIARIAM OF QUEEN'S' By Lillian Vaux MacKinnon Reviewed by J. A. M. Edwards, M.A. ¢ . inevitable happens, The charm of the book lio In ts ic style and its high literary The author also i3 good at icter sketching, A day with Dan Rutherford tells all that 3 necessary about her and the reader knows what to expect ever after wards, If we criticized the author anything, it might be on account ritation, 2 | | or the | Convo 1g « are but Those early mornings when with gentle care mother washed combed my hair, | And led me to the gate beside the | road, | And sent me on my journey with a load face and | My my al reader and Iterary eritie for one es, The Ryerson p , Toronto, he lar State, od ppreciate both interest to Of exercises, lesson books, a rule NOTE:--Not only is Mr. Moore off} of the largest Canad is yul ings ¢ And that fat face an urchin brings | he ig ale a regular con to school, | Canadian on agazines Some delightful lines addressed '10 | §eot cf the question new writers, a lady contain the following: y 3 Stars are not old when half way they | A little over a year ago the clever] If the publishing house hangs on i } 1-1 § 1 .. have trod {young editor of one of the most su: {to it three or four or even seven The highland walks of God {cessful Canadian magazines was pro- | weeks before sending you a contract While in your. eyes the stars wa may | Moted to an assistamteeditorship with | for a royalty at ten per cent., or what yes stars mas |I have a thousand joys, and all of behold |a well-known weekly in Philadelphia | '8 more likely, sending it back with You are not old | boasting a circulation over 2,000,006. {a note that "it seems to lack the ne- : | So soon as his new position became | cemsary strength to assuro sale in Here are some lines from a love {known he was bombarded with & | Cane la." "% hai revs $ I + 8 Lanada," dent jump to the conclu- poem: | barrage of stories and articles from |sion that they are stealing jt, Put |all over Canada from people ON in the cilvery ohair of the | evidently concluded that he would be | publisher's reader for a day. This | favorably disposed toward Canadian | very morning, when I had on my these Are visftors she sends: with. one | tillery duel somewhere in the vague-| | ly denominated suburbs of Troy and {the former rather inhospitably in- |forms the latter that he intends to | make him in the words of the poem '"Hop-scotch out of Troy as tame as a toad." The homely directness, the artful | alliteration, the acute knowledge of all condensed in this one | line have apparently made it {m- | perishable to me, The masterpiece Itslf, alas, is now as completely van- | ished as are the Creations of Sappho arn Eratosthenes. But [ can dimly [ recall showing it to an while I cannot be sure, I have al- ways fancied it to be that delightful and gracious old gentleman, Arch- deacon Sandys, known in those days | as the Racing Parson---who solemn- | ly congratulated {ing neither slavishiy classical nop | pedantically historical. That my | reverend critic discreetly and sur- | reptitiously suggested to my parents | that I forthwith be kept fully occu- | pled with the baser labors of Scott | & Liddell and possibly Lemplere's Classical Dictionary was at the time unknown to me. But the sacred fire » and was not to Other things, of | course, have happened in my life as they happen in all lives, But the | | episodes I have mentioned, it seems | {to me, are the significant ones, the | vital ones. "The later occurrences, | after all, have mostly been mere re- pititions, prosiac shadows, of that earlier visioin which has faded iato the light of common day. ees . |THE FUR TRADE OF AMERICA, i By Agnes C. Laut. 341 Pages, 33 | Mlustrations, 8vo. $7. The Mac. millan Co. of Canada. The vogue of beautiful furs never wanes. Thére is romance in the story af every piece, from the bear- | skin before the medieval hearth to the school-girl's "tippet." Mise Laut | has made an original and fascinating { book out of all the material belong- ing to this subject, The first of its three sections deals with the use of furs as an art. Chap- elderly | Church of England clergyman--ang | me on at least be- | But a forest will grow from the seeds fa ters are included on fashions and modes in furs; historic fursy and also a technical examination of different kinds of furs Irom the viewpoint of the connoisseur. Part Two deals with the market value of furs--in particular, the transfer of the market to the United States during the war; it discusses the dyeing industry which was locals Mxed In Germany previous to 1914, but which is now well established both in England and in the United States. This part of the book also describes the transporf of furs from the artic regions to civilization, Part Three recounts the story of the trapper. Some of the material for this portion of the volume fis works, - | "Fur" in kettles and boilers {s due | to the action of boiling the water | making certain carbonates 'in the | water adhere to the vessel used. | Increasifig the exemption of the | married man is not ®oing to make {children any more welcome in some homes, W's the little things that count. Many a girl's whole summer hae been taken from one of Miss Laut's earlier !apolled by a little freckle, these lines: This lake is God's best picture, that is why He hung it on the mountains at the sky And get it in so beautiful a frame; Art galleries of heaven have none the same, This is a stanza from "April in Ireland": A wavy lake of freshest green Drowns all the sombre of the leas, Pale cowslip fingers on the hills Give fragrance" to. each passing breeze; T The pearly hammers of them showers Beat velvet leaves out on the trees, . A verse from a poem to a Canadian hero who lost his life in the war reads: The oak that is strongest may fall in ths blast, that it cast: Thus, each drop from the breast of this flower of our race Will spring up in a soldier to stand in his place, These are the concluding lines of | y poem on Banff: There is no lovelier place to live, And when at last I die, I think my soul will come to Banff Instead of to the sky; For hére there js no sorrowing, No suffering nor care, And up so near to paradise, one at times is the most alarming symptom of nervous exhaustion. This letter is a message of hope to all who find themselves in this te condition. Mrs. Geo. T. ey, Albert, NE, wh Thy ! i i bx fi ii ir s §13 ip ! 1-3 ir 3 i E ih i il £ i 1k i I fH : is i! te] pt I iat: ik Te IE P { : Do» i £ E [M, | by George H. Ham are published by | The Modern Printing Co., 39 Dowd ¥1 I rise c At dawn; me comes with every pass- ing breeze; At night one lays the lid down on my eyes, "Irish and Canadian Poems' have been favorably reviewed. by the Lon- don Times, the Dublin Freeman's Journal and many other papers. Bliss Carman, Arthur Stringer, Pro- fessor F. O, Call. Rev. J. B, Dollard, Robert J, C. Stead are amongst many who have written their testimony te the high literary merit of the book. Illustrations appear on many pages of the volume. The pictures drawn by~the Author's pen remain in the memory clear as the illustra- tions are imprinted in the book. "Irish and Canadian Poems" by A. Hargadon, with Introduction Street, Montreal, price one dollar per copy, post free, TELL HIM NOW. | If with pleasure you are viewing Any work a man is doing It you like him or you love him, tell him now; Don't withhold your approbation Till the parson makes oration And he lies with snowy lilfes o'er his brow; For no matter how you shout it, He won't really care about it, He won't know how many tear- drops you have shed: If you think some praise is due him Now's the time to slip it to him, For he cannct raise his tombstone when he's dead. = More than fame and more than mon- ey Is the comment kind and sunny And the hearty warm approval of a friend; For it gives to life a savor, And makes you stronger, braver, And it gives you heart and spirit to the end; If he earns your praise bestow it; It you like it let him know it: Let the words of true encourage- | ment be éaid; Do not wait till life is over, And he's underneath the clover For he cannot read his tombstone when he's dead, «~Illinois Central Magazine ANIMAL STORIES, 3 RI Vv Macmillan Compfiny Reprints Tales By Major Roberts, Jim, the story of . a backwoods police dog, 1s the title of & volume of the newly reprinted eight volume edition of Major Charles G. D. Roberts' animal stories. Thése vol- Umes are handsomely printed on 800d paper and ecarryi g the illustra. tions of the original edition. They are published at the remarkable price of $1.10 per volume. ie famous short stories lead one Into thrilling situations where a wild bird or beast narrowly edeaped from dan- ger, or where men are brought into extrao, Ty relations with the in- ha nis of the wild. Hem wh Other volumes are: The Beeret Trails, The Backwoodsmen, Kings in Exile, Neighbors Unknown, Hoof and Claw, Feet of the Furtive, Children of the Wild, | writers. I happen to know tha' he is just that, and wants to buy at least {a fair share of matter produced on [this side of the border. But when he notes that the stuff which is sem him is almost altogether without the faintest vestige of quality . or even hints at dealing with subjects such as are likely to be acceptable it will be evident how much chance this mat- ter has and, further, how 'this sort of thing is likely, very shortly, to in- fluce him unfavorably--no matter which his inclinations may have bezn (at first----against the Canadian liter- ary product, But what's the reason? Simply this, that about) ninety- nine per ceht. of the writers in Can- adi' are trying without training or | preparation tor break into a profes. | sion in which the highest type of { technical equipment is necessary. Isn't it true now, you people who have sent rolls of ruled §heets torn from a sthool scribbler and inserib- ed in pencil with "'Pomés" which yon {and your friends thought were "Just | like Robert W. Service's," of you who have half completed nov- els of the West stowed away between next week's clean pyjamas and last Fall's light union suits in the seconi- | trom-the-top bureau drawer? Then you would have us s'op writ- (ing? somebody suggests. Not at all. This is intended to be encouraging | rather than destructive, By all means | keep on writing--if you feel you have to, want to, ought to; if desire to express yourself for the benefit {of your neighbors and the world in | general is greater than your wish to | eat and sleep. What I would have you stop doing is thinking that by scribbling off " few pages of verse which your min- ister or school principal assures you | are, "Nice, quite the equal of Robert Stead's,"" you are gaqing to draw ean- ough royalties to buy a Rolls-Royce. Or that if you send in forty or fifty thousand words of a 'ale, "most of which is true, because I know it hap- pened," it is going to sell sufficiently te allow you '0 live like Harold Bell Wright. \ No ,as our English cousins say, "Such things are not 'done.' " write a novel first. ' You'll waste a terrific amount of time and patience and what is por- haps worse these days, good Canad- ian paper-pulp, if you do. No. Pester the edi'ors with special articles and short-stories till you get your typs- writer trained to amble along with- out much attention to the spirk lever and till you yourself get a speaking acquaintance with editorial methods. There's only one way to do this. When you know how to ge: your stuff together and what fleld you can really treat well, if you have a wortn- while story to tell and can build up some characterg a little different from George Barr McCutcheon's or Hopkins Moorehouse"s--ot course we have no reference to this admirable gentleman's personal proclivitios which ars not well enough known to us to warrant comment--ithen you may try your hand at that novel When you get it done to your ea'is- faction leave it alone for six mon' i ana then read it and write it ove: again. Do this three or four timer Might ds well do it before it goes to the publishing houses as afterward, And then, you may have a present. able novel, or o'hers | And primarily. Don't start out to |. right hand a plle of manuscripts at lrast two feet high, the Jngathering of two weeks necessarily spent on different work, six others arrived on one mail. These ran the gamut from "'Pomes" of the character do. scribed above, and o* which 'the reading of one stunza vill reveal the unavailability, to a heavy tieatise from a well-known divine, in the West, by the Way, on "The Second | Coming," covering which abtryse | subjoot there are alrecdy a sCOr6 of | volumes on 'he market, You can be assured, speaking geherally, that your maruseript will get anywhere the attention it mer. | dts. It it comes out of the mail- | clean, radeable, and in a form to |Elve the impression that its writer { knows at leas; a little of the "game," | You need have no fear but that it will {be given all the reading and consid- eration it deserves. But if it shows at once that the write: diesn't even | know, mor care, how his- offering should reach the publisher, it will very naturally get short shrift, If your Christmas turkey were to | come to you from butcher Jones put thalf-plucked, with blotchy spots ovey | its intended-to-be-nob'e breast anda |a drum-stick missing you would {have one exceedingly expressive word to apply 0 that bird. And about the same word Is applied '0 mann. | scripts which present similar iipres. j sions, y = If there 1s any moral to be drawn from - this peregrination, or. pil- + Erimage, or whatever you may choose |to call this hit and miss treatment |of a wide subjeet, it is: Know your business before you {send any manuscript to a publisher. You can't make any worth-while sue- {cess at it un'il you do. { This i8 proven indisputably by the fact that the writers who are winning {not only plums of the big royalties {but also the laurel wreaths of honor: from the bookworld today are with | exceedingly few exceptions, those | who began in, and graduated from, | either the newspaper or the short- story field. This brings us naturally to another moral which was former- ly uttered by a man much wiser than {either you or me: "Go thon, , .» GIRLS! GROW THICK LONG, HEAVY HAIR WITH "DANDERINE" Buy a 35-cent bottle | of "Danderine." One | application ends all | dandruff, stop itching | and falling hair, and, |in a few moments, you | have doubled the beau ity of your hair. It- wii} appear & mass, so soft, | lustrous, and easy to | do up. But what will | please you most wilt be ; §F | alter a few weeks use, _ | when you see new hair | --fine and downy at | fAirst----yes--but really | new hair growing = all over the scalp. "Danderine" is to the hair what fresh showers of rain and {sunshine are to vegetation. It goes {tight to the roots, invigorates and strengthens them. This delightful, {stimulating tonic helps thin, lifeless, | faded hair to grow long, thick, heavy land luxuriant.